The words of the LORD are pure words, like silver refined in a furnace on the ground, purified seven times. You, O LORD, will keep them; you will guard us from this generation forever. On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.
Your Word stands between me and danger, not only is it the pure and complete guide for my life, but it is my shield and armor against the onslaught of the enemy. It is only through the protection of Your Word that I am protected from being sullied by the vileness of the culture as it spirals into its last days. Praise You, my Lord and my Master.